Where the crap is all that internal peace that I was writing about yesterday? Huh? Where!?
Soooo.... it would seem that the fact that the wedding is FAST approaching and I only have two weeks left of my job (gulp) is getting the best of me. And since everything for the wedding weekend is required to be there a week early, in my mind the wedding is only two weeks away as well.
All of my sweet friends keep asking me if I'm excited. Excited? Talk to me on the Monday before the wedding and I'll probably be exploding with annoying clouds of happiness, tiny fairies will be dancing around my feet, and little flecks of glitter will appear in my eyes... but not yet.
Until then, my brain pretty much sounds like this (read it at warp speed for full effect): How are we this close and still haven't planned the actual ceremony yet? Isn't that the whole point of the day?? What the hell am I going to wear on my feet and why doesn't anywhere on the internet have the damn shoes I wanted. Sh&t... we're going on a honeymoon... on a beach. We need things to wear on the beach. Are we idiots to be taking dance lessons 12 days before the wedding? Maybe we just won't tell anyone we took them, then we're off the hook. When in god's name is B going to write that one thing I asked him to write six months ago? Oh no. We're leaving for three days and forgot to see if anyone can check on the cats. Why is it that dishes and laundry never stop? Why! (and on, and on, and on...)